Tsunetomo Yamamoto was a Samerai warrior who died in the early part of the 18th century. He kept a journal and wrote:
'When I was young, I kept a "Diary of Regret' and tried to record my mistakes day by day, but there was never a day when I didn't have twenty or thirty entries. As there was no end to it, I gave up. Even today, when I think about the day's affairs after going to bed, there is never a day when I do not make some blunder in speaking or in some activity. Living without mistakes is truly impossible. But this is something that people who live by cleverness have no inclination to think about.'
The correspondence between two great friends is a good read; inspiring especially for an often distraught painter whose only real pastime includes pondering thoughts of défenestration (the art of jumping out of windows and not surviving).
Their relationship spanned 50 some odd years which is really something special between two painters. Here is a loose translation of this small postcard from Marquet (in Morocco) to Matisse (in Collioure). This one made me smile.
My dear Matisse,
Lucky you to be so warm! Here we're freezing,.. well almost, at night we put on our overcoats. At the moment I am actually in Tétouan where we arrived after 12 hours by horseback. My ass is like marmalade, but I'm becoming a rider of certain merit. No painting yet, I'll never become an orientalist. Be well. Marquet.